My Time To Go

8

Rachael's POV

It had been a very long day. 

Last night my family and I went out to some new restaurant. It was amazing, all my cousins and uncles were there i had a great time. 

However we did get back home pretty late and i didn't sleep much.

When I was in the Principal's office with Nathaniel, i could feel his eyes on me, but i dismissed it. He hated me anyways, i was probably just imagining things.

I spent the whole day thinking about him. If he was hurt? If he was okay? and why did he hate me so much? was it because of my money? 

I really wanted him to like me, but no matter how nice I was to him, he would still be rude and lash out on me. It's like he has built up anger, that he needs to get rid of and he's using me.

At lunch I was in the middle of a school council meeting when he rudely interrupted. But I didn't really care, he was in front of me. And I was staring into his dashing green eyes. His face had a perfectly symmetrical bone structure, in which i wanted to run my fingers along his chiseled jaw line and defined cheek bones.

He seemed unperturbed by my presence, as if I were nobody, simply nothing.

In that moment my heart started racing and i started to get butterflies in my stomach. But at the same time my mind was running through everything he had said to me.

"See you're so blinded by how perfect your life is and your fake fucking act that you don't even realise how stupid you look"

"You might live in a castle but it doesn't make you a princess"

I couldn't take it anymore. I did nothing to him to deserve this and quite frankly i just wanted to be happy and prepare. To brace myself for the future

His eyes bore into mine and all I could do was lash out on him for everything he had done to me .

"I'm in the middle of a very important meeting right now, and I cannot deal with your childish behaviour, just leave me alone and get out", i screamed.

I did feel really bad after, but it was as if he didn't even care. he smiled smugly at me and strolled away.

Urghhhh he does my head in . Why doesn't he like me?

Does he know my true identity?

....

That afternoon when I was being tormented in the alley way, I had not expected him to come to my rescue.

I could of handled it myself, but it would of been too risky, especially since we were near.

He dropped his flowers and flew straight to my side. I breathed in his gorgeous scent before he disappeared to throw punches and kicks to the guys that surrounded me, before i knew it, they were lying on the floor heaving while Nathaniel wiped the blood off his hands and into his jeans.

I was in awe, and all i could do was stare at him. I had seen him fight before, but not like this.

There was a sense of desperation and compassion in the way he fought for me, as if he couldn't live without me.

His eyes spelled out animal, and in that moment i feared him, but it was in that moment I knew that he was the one, and what I was doing was wrong.

I told him not to fall in love with me, but I had already fallen for him. 

While we was walking away, i picked up his flowers, and he snatched it from my hand.

"What were you thinking?" he said.

"You could of been killed?"

"how careless could you be?"

"what were you even doing in the alleyway?"

"I was so worried! Don't ever do that again Rachael"

He was worried, about me!!! Eeeeeee!

I was so excited, i that I didn't even bother asking why he saved me, I didn't want to ruin the moment. But i was happy. He cared about me. 

"Are you okay?" he finally asked while staring into my eyes.

i couldn't move. i was lifeless and paralysed by his presence being so close to me. 

I could feel my arm alight on fire as he rested his hand on my shoulder to console me, but all i could do was stare into his gorgeous eyes.

His eyes had changed from fight mode back to its usual daring tint as it bore into my soul, as his eyebrow creased with concern.

And I stared at his distinctive features, like the down curve of his full lips, and how pink but soft they seemed, that i just wanted to kiss them.

The urge of kissing him grew stronger as his breath fanned my face, and he smelt like apples. Fresh, picked apples.

"Rachael", he murmured, as my hand rested on his chest.

It was the sexiest thing I had heard, and i started to lean into him, and tilt my head.

When he turned around and started to walk.

"I have places to be", he sourly exclaimed while he continued to walk with his back towards me.

And i watched him walk away, with my feet rooted to the pavement, until he was no where in sight, and i ran home crying, wishing he had kissed me, or at least tried.

But on top of all of that, I was jealous to which precious girl he was giving those flowers to. It broke my heart to know that it definitely wasn't me.